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Yixi had just received news that his favorite concubine, Aman, had eloped with a handsome courtier. Why then had she suddenly been replaced and killed in place of a puppet ninja?
The torches around them were quickly lit.
Although it wasn't yet dark, faces were still indistinguishable from ten paces away. Moreover, having witnessed such a bloody and cruel "ox-splitting punishment," everyone present was already terrified. Add to that the fantastical old man's performance of the ox-splitting illusion, and the crowd was driven almost mad.
But the screams from within sent Yixi, the courtiers, and the ninja into a panic, suffocating as if drowning.
"Is that really Aman?"
Yixi shouted.
"Bring the corpse to me quickly."
It was a gruesome corpse split in two at the chest, its mouth twisted in agony. Yes! It was Aman, unmistakably Aman.
"You blind fools, you can't even recognize a criminal!"
He suddenly stood up, kicking over the bedside table.
He reached for the golden broadsword held by the guard.
The Koga ninjas immediately surrounded the strange old man. Although they knew they had no chance against such a skilled ninja,
Spider Maru secretly pondered as he faced this formidable figure.
(Is he their leader?)
Perhaps it's Kōgenyasai himself…
(Or is he Kama of the Hachiya clan?)
No one knew Kama's true identity. The old man before him had a long, silver beard that reached his chest, appearing as vulnerable as a withered tree.
"Are you really… a member of the Puppet Clan?"
Danzō couldn't help but draw his sword.
The surrounding ninjas also brandished their white blades, their killing intent palpable amidst the gleaming light!
The raging firelight shone ghostly upon everyone, but the old man in the center remained as steady as a mountain, not even twitching an eyebrow.
"Where did that puppet female ninja who infiltrated the array house escape to? You actually used Lady Aman as a substitute for the prisoner?"
"This isn't our method, and your 'ox-crushing punishment' is far too cruel."
"Don't try to deny it! You're a ruthless old monster—"
"Yes! Using such despicable methods."
"You'll never escape this encirclement." "
I'm not trying to deny it. I only wanted to come out and lend you a hand; I had no ulterior motives whatsoever."
The question and answer continued in front of Yoshihiro.
Spider Maru wanted to question the old man further.
"Enough!"
Yoshihiro stopped him with a groan.
"You despicable wretch, today I will kill you with my own hands."
"Oh—"
The old man looked around, as if making a decision.
"I know there's no chance of survival today..."
"Fine! Here's your head!"
The old man expressionlessly stretched out his neck.
This seemed too easy.
It aroused suspicion, but in this kind of situation, no one would bother to analyze the enemy's situation carefully.
In the vast world of ninjutsu, no one dared to claim the title of "Number One Ninja King Under Heaven."
The Koga ninja were skeptical of the old man's willingness to be tortured.
Only Spider-Maru harbored a lingering unease; Yoshihiro was already on the verge of execution.
The old man stretched his neck, fearless and unwavering, while Yoshihiro's eyes were bloodshot.
He swung his golden sword.
"Ya..."
With a whoosh, the head fell to the ground.
No one knew if Yoshihiro still harbored feelings for Aman.
The head was severed from the body.
—But
an unbelievable thing happened.
The old man had a large scar on his neck, from which blood gushed—
yet, in an instant, the head flew upwards.
It landed squarely in a person's hand.
It was the old man's own hand.
"...?"
Yoshihiro, the executioner, was horrified and unconsciously took a step back.
At that moment, the headless, severed-necked corpse stood upright.
The terrifying old man, actually, actually held his head and began to walk, step by step,
towards the sandbar—
the guards couldn't believe what they were seeing, stunned and at a loss, was this a dream?
The old man, holding his head in his hands, slowly, slowly sank into the lake.
The water rose over his feet, waist, and chest, until finally his entire body was submerged.
Ripples spread across the lake's surface, giving an unbelievable impression.
Instantly, the lake returned to its original stillness.
The crowd began to stir again.
Yoshihiro finally awoke from his daze.
"Ah! This is an illusion! I don't believe it."
Yoshihiro himself was on the verge of madness.
But he still had to use his authority as general.
"There's another woman, drag her out again!"
However, he was disappointed for the second time.
Of course, Oyumi had disappeared with the maid.
Lady Aman's escape from the Mitaka's quarters was indeed not the work of the puppet ninja.
Moreover, it had little to do with Kosaburo's escape.
The handsome Kosaburo had long since captivated her, and she only wanted to help him escape.
Clever Kosaburo used the eagle's sharp beak to bite through the ropes.
Having spent countless days and nights with the eagle, a certain affection had developed between him and Yoshihiro's beloved eagle, "Fubuki."
He untied his own ropes.
"Untie mine too!"
Aman pleaded urgently, but he only looked at her coldly.
"No, I won't."
"Don't be so heartless to me. In my heart... I've always been thinking of you."
"Hahaha, what are you talking about?"
"What do you mean?"
"Our relationship was never a normal one... You should have forgotten it long ago, why hold onto it?
"
He sneered and left her.
Kosaburo took "Fubuki" with him.
He didn't love the sharp eagle.
He was terrified of becoming its prey.
One of the Koga ninja's techniques was to observe eagles flying in the dark sky to deduce the enemy's location.
He had to escape the shogun's territory.
Nanjiang Prefecture was almost entirely within the shogun's sphere of influence, while the Kinki Kingdom was safe.
Given Kosaburo's personality, his first thought was the capital, but the capital was so far away. Therefore, he naturally had to find another shogun as his protector.
He made a living off his handsome face. Generally, those who rely on natural beauty, whether men or women, cannot leave this old profession.
Once they have lived in comfort and luxury, they can never return to a life free of worldly cares.
Kosaburo, this young man, was undoubtedly shallow.
Especially in a war-torn and weary society, a slight misstep could lead to being submerged in poverty, illness, and suffering. The only way to rise above this was to use one's extraordinary appearance to become a plaything of the monarchs.
Kosaburo, a weak-willed man who lived off women, would undoubtedly choose the same future.
Thus, he took "Fubuki" and headed towards the northeast.
His destination was the Kannonji Castle of Rokkaku Takayori, the shogun's mortal enemy.
After half a day, the Koga ninjas realized that Kosaburo was missing and began a long pursuit.
It would be extremely difficult for Kosaburo to remain completely undetected.
Especially since he was as delicate as a woman, his walking speed was naturally slow.
The Koga ninjas, however, could cover forty li (approximately 20 kilometers) in a day.
As a ninja, one needed not only to be skilled in winning people's hearts but also to cultivate a high degree of insight.
"Kosaburo must have gone to join Rokkaku."
"Yes! Using the shogun's beloved hawk as a gift."
This reasoning couldn't be simpler.
Especially for a shallow young man like Kosaburo.
Two Koga ninjas, Genzo and Hiwatari Jinroku, also headed towards Gen.
Up to the Yasu district and the Hino River, this was the sphere of influence of Shogun Yoshihiro.
The Rokkaku clan's stronghold, Kannonji Mountain, considered this river the boundary between friend and foe.
The two banks of the river, now known as Yokogaku Village, were historically divided into east and west sides. Enemy and friendly forces would advance and retreat here, sometimes the general's forces retreating to the edge of Koshinohara, while Rokkaku's army retreated behind Mount Heiwara. However, Rokkaku would never allow the enemy to cross the Nosu River, though they themselves could not invade Rokkaku Bridge.
Sometimes, for several days, just as the flowers were in full bloom, there wasn't even a shout from either bank, and the sound of horses' hooves was rare, both sides locked in a stalemate.
Although this was a strategic military location, nature remained unchanged; the mountains, in varying shades of green, formed layers of verdant peaks, and Lake Biwa reflected the sun's rays with its emerald hue.
Both armies set up checkpoints at key locations to question passing travelers and merchants.
In fact, Kosaburo was very lucky.
Many people eager to witness the "Ox-Splitting Punishment" continued to surge westward.
Some peddlers even whispered among themselves—
"I wonder if Rokkaku will take advantage of this commotion..."
Every passing merchant's eyes were sharp.
Could Kosaburo, a courtier of a general, escape the numerous checkpoints?
Although he managed to find a tattered straw hat to wear along the way, the situation remained extremely perilous. Perhaps he should disguise himself as a woman!
He was a handsome young man; disguising himself as a woman was no difficult task. He decided on this plan.
Soon, near a dilapidated area, he encountered a somewhat confused girl, seemingly mentally challenged.
"I'll show you something good, come closer,"
he lured her behind a stone Buddha by the roadside.
The Buddha was a pair of erotic gods, a man and a woman embracing, their posture extremely lewd.
Shortly after, a pretty girl emerged from the grass behind the statue. Her
short-sleeved outer garment seemed a little short, but this did not detract from her beauty.
Her fair neck looked so delicate it seemed one could squeeze water from it. Perhaps onlookers would even mistake her for an untouched virgin.
On the way, he picked up another straw hat.
No, he had stolen it from a traveling merchant who was taking a nap.
He was also deeply surprised that he had done something so audacious.
Perhaps a person in a moment of crisis would do things that seem impossible in ordinary times!
The eagle kept circling above Kosaburo's head.
Occasionally, it would fly to the top of a giant tree to wait for him.
Just now, it seemed to understand him, patiently waiting on the stone Buddha's head for him to emerge from the grass.
Only by quickly crossing the Yasu River could he be safe, so he quickened his pace.
Kosaburo, dressed as a woman, naturally attracted attention with her delicate appearance.
"Miss, where are you going?"
"Where do you live? I can give you a ride."
"Don't be shy! I want to tell you something from the heart."
Occasionally, bored village men would strike up a conversation with her.
From Gouri to Kannon Temple was about six and a half li. At his pace (a woman's pace), he probably wouldn't be able to cross the Yasu River even after a whole day of walking.
So he devised an alternative plan.
He would cross the Yasu River by boat. On the shore of Suhara, he bought a small boat from a fisherman.
He told a blatant lie, saying he was going to visit his ailing aunt at Jōraku-ji Temple.
When he escaped from the Mitaka-no-ya, Aman had given him some valuables and gold.
Clutching a gold-embroidered sachet, he bought the boat from the boatman to cross the river. The hawk was placed on the rudder, and they crossed together.
Meanwhile, Genzō and Hiwatari Jinroku also learned that a beautiful girl wearing a kosode had appeared near the stone statue.
"He's really cunning."
"Isn't that one of the ninjutsu techniques—male to female?" Jinroku's voice was filled with deep sarcasm.
"No, he couldn't possibly have learned any ninjutsu; he just uses his handsome appearance to disguise himself as a woman."
They didn't forget to ask about the pattern on the kosode. Hearing
that the woman was traveling downstream further confirmed their suspicions.
"Thank goodness, we haven't gone the wrong way."
"We should still have enough time!"
The two began to hurry on their way.
They were all members of the Koga and Saruko factions. To cross the Nosu River, they needed to choose the full moon on the 15th. However, once they infiltrated enemy territory, they had to be extremely careful and couldn't afford to be careless. Their target was Toyoura.
At Utsuro, they encountered two thugs gambling. Without a word, they quickly dispatched them, stripped them of their clothes, and disguised them as laborers. When the two ninjas left, the two corpses on the ground still seemed to be taking a nap, smiles playing on their lips.
Finally, in Toyoura, they found Kosaburo's trail—
he had been captured by several guards and was being taken into the city.
"Damn it! Too late."
"It's alright, I have a sword. I can go and end his life."
"No, we can't do that!"
"Why? I won't fail."
"But we can't go back. We absolutely can't escape their encirclement."
Using Kosaburo to exchange for two lives is such a waste!
It's unwise. They also have to consider whether they can make a clean getaway.
"These things can't be rushed,"
Jinroku said with a reassuring face.
"Let's wait until nightfall to act! Look at the direction the clouds are moving. It might rain soon, we can wait patiently."
"That's the only way... I'll do as you say!"
Genzo nodded as well. Kosaburo's figure was so much like a woman's! His fair neck was so white!
"—What, you escaped from the Hook Formation?"
This was when Rokkaku's Takara was taking a bath.
And in the misty weather, the trees in the castle were even darker in color.
Rokkaku's figure was like that of Niou, very robust, so he was often drenched in sweat and had to bathe three times a day to feel refreshed. Besides, the flowers were in full bloom today, which meant that the temperature must be very high today.
Just yesterday, Rokkaku heard the news of the ox-splitting punishment being carried out in the Hook Formation among the peddlers and laborers.
"Stop spreading such rumors. If anyone likes the 'ox-splitting punishment,' I'll make an example of them."
Although the six-cornered ban prevented the people from discussing such matters, a ban alone couldn't eliminate all influences.
Moreover, he had heard that a beautiful woman had escaped from the hook formation.
"Could she be a spy? We must be especially careful."
His eyes were bright, showing he was a wise man.
"We've already investigated him; bring him here."
"To...this place?"
"He's a weak young man; he shouldn't be able to pull any tricks."
A young man disguised as a beautiful woman, and without any weapons or swords.
"—Oh—"
Beneath Gao Lai's thick, dark eyebrows were a pair of bright, large eyes, now wide open in a frightening way.
Soon, this uninvited guest was brought before him.
However, standing before him was a beautiful young woman. Truly beautiful, and incredibly charming.
"Is he really a man?"
"Yes, we've searched him!"
"Searched?"
Gao Lai stepped out of the large bath tub.
Although the palace within the city had a very luxurious bath, he preferred to enjoy the cool breeze outdoors due to the summer heat.
His shoes, slightly damp from splashes in the tub, lay arranged under a large cypress tree in the courtyard.
Although a curtain bearing his family crest hung before the tub, he was a bold and unrestrained Sengoku general with a strong, masculine physique, and therefore felt no shame.
"Are you called Kosaburo?"
"Yes, sir..."
"I heard you are favored by Yoshihisa, and are his favorite retainer."
Yoshihisa's name before he changed it was "Yoshihisa." Takara addressed him by his former name without any restraint.
"Yes, sir! Please save me! I escaped because I couldn't bear his inhuman torture."
Kosaburo pleaded, his fair face so radiant, his entire being exuding a bewitching charm.
"Is he really a man? I'd like to see more clearly. Stand up."
Takara said, grabbing Kosaburo's sleeve.
When war reaches a stalemate, the sabotage activities of spies increase. Even this seemingly frail man cannot be overlooked.
Furthermore, male ninjas can use the "male-to-female" ninjutsu, transforming themselves into alluring women, a fact that must be guarded against.
In ancient times, it was an era of male-centric licentiousness. Military commanders, who generally did not indulge in women, were often surrounded by beautiful young boys or court jesters. This wasn't a perverse eroticism, but rather a different kind of novel desire.
A military commander possessed a broad and powerful chest, and only the presence of beautiful young boys could temper his fierce aura.
These boys, with their delicately painted eyebrows, applied rouge, and thick, flowing hair, adorned with elegant flowing sleeves, revealed their exquisite figures, creating an indescribable beauty—a topic of much discussion.
Among the most famous young court jesters were Toyotomi Hidetsugu's page, Fuwa Bansaku, and Gamo Ujisato's court jester, Nagoya Yamazaburo, whose fame spread far and wide.
This was truly a distorted era.
All military tactics—swordsmanship, spearmanship, and so on—were the martial arts that samurai were proud to display. This was the fashion of the Warring States period, but in chaotic times, no one expected courtiers to possess excellent martial arts skills.
*
Now—
(He really couldn't bear the general's abuse, so he escaped...)
Tears welled in Kosaburo's eyes, making him even more alluring.
(Beautiful as an angel—)
While Takayori was captivated, he still tried his best to calm himself.
(But, could it be a deception?)
Although Takayori was a bold and unrestrained general, he was no ordinary man.
(If he's a female ninja... in disguise, I'll never forgive him!)
Thinking of this, Takayori tightly gripped Kosaburo's flowing sleeves.
"Alright, come before everyone!"
Kosaburo gracefully stood up, truly a woman of captivating charm.
Takayori looked behind him and released his grip without hesitation.
"—Are you refusing?"
"No...it's just that I really am Kosaburo."
"—Then, unbutton your robe!"
"..."
"To prove you're a true man."
Kosaburo flicked his sleeves, like crimson maple leaves scattering on the ground.
The habits of jesters—every move they make carries a coquettish undertone.
His narrow shoulders, his woman-like oval face, his small, crimson lips, his sorrowful, slightly flushed brows, his clear, starry eyes, plus that fair skin—good heavens! How could this possibly be a man?
(Is he really a man?)
Takayori's chest hair trembled.
The moment Kosaburo reached to unbutton his robe, a flush rose to Takayori's face.
He felt a rapid swelling in his lower body from excitement.
"Hurry! Don't hesitate!"
Upon hearing the hoarse shout, Kosaburo obeyed and pulled open his robe.
"Ah!"
A white chest—without a single bulge. Her flat chest instantly extinguished the lust in everyone present.
Just then, the sound of birds flapping their wings filled the air, accompanied by a foul, fishy stench.
It was a fierce eagle, its sharp gaze sweeping over Gao Lai, who was looking up. Its wings were so strong and powerful, radiating a menacing aura.
"Hmph! A strange bird..."
The guards on either side prepared to seize it.
"Ah!"
They tried to knock it down with their octagonal clubs.
However, this was no ordinary eagle. Despite being battered by hundreds of obstacles, it still used its incredibly sharp eyes to observe the changes below, leaving trails of dust in its wake.
Was the wind weeping?
The eagle swirled and danced in the air, then swooped down again and again.
This eagle was, of course, Yoshihiro's beloved eagle, "Fubuki."
Was it harboring resentment? Resentment towards Takayori for insulting Kosaburo? Its fierce wildness intensified with the attack of the octagonal club.
"Take this!"
Suddenly, someone brought down a club!
But it struck Takayori's bathing tub instead.
"Juyun, fight it!"
"Yes!"
Juyun was a burly man with a red face. He wielded his octagonal club wildly, spinning it in all directions, in the air, and on the ground, showing no signs of fatigue. But the eagle remained unmoved, continuing to fly freely. Juyun, on the other hand, grew increasingly breathless, like a wildly dancing puppet. Juyun struck down
with his club, hitting the bathing tub. The tub's lid shattered instantly, and water spilled everywhere.
"You beast!"
Ju Yun's face was filled with murderous intent as he angrily struck.
He had seized the opportunity to attack; surely the eagle couldn't escape now! Leaves from the pine tree, brushing against the southern border, scattered across the ground. Suddenly, the eagle swooped upwards, launching a preemptive attack; its sharp, knife-like talons struck Ju Yun's face.
Blood immediately splattered onto his handsome face.
Was that terrifying cry emanating from the beak of the wildly flying eagle?
Ju Yun threw down his octagonal club, covering his face with his hands, swaying precariously.
"Hmm, what a strange bird!"
The cunning Gao Lai, of course, had already arranged for archers, waiting for the opportune moment to order them to aim and fire at their prey!
The eagle, having just gouged out Ju Yun's eyes, was somewhat smug and careless.
It had only flown three feet high, its two feet still stained with glaring blood! At that moment, arrows tied with white strings came hurtling towards it!
The first arrow struck "Blizzard's" tail.
It danced upwards from the treetop, then stumbled and fell, not because of its injured tail, but because of the shock.
Before it could regain its senses, a second arrow followed, and this time it couldn't escape. The arrow, fired from Takara's quiver, pierced "Fubuki's" abdomen—and through its black-spotted back.
"Fubuki," whimpering, finally fell to the ground like a snowflake, half its body stained with blood.
"Let me show you the skill of a master archer!"
"Yes! Our lord is truly skilled!"
"A perfect shot, like a god."
The attendants chattered amongst themselves.
But Takara remained calm.
"Do you remember? Last autumn, I also shot through that general known as 'The General's Shield,' Akugen Taizen, with a single arrow! Blood bloomed between his brows!"
Finally, he showed some pride!
"Yes! Which general among the nations doesn't admire your lord's bravery and skill in battle?"
"Hahaha, one day I will subdue that incompetent general!"
"Of course!"
The old minister, Sasaki ōsuke, knelt and offered his advice.
"This man who looks like a woman, if he stays by your side for too long, might be harmful.
The general (Yoshihiro) is a cunning man; perhaps he has already deliberately trained that eagle to attack you!"
"Perhaps so, that's a possibility." "
I would like to offer a suggestion: recently, the legend of the 'ox-splitting punishment' has been widely circulated. Yoshihiro's cruel atrocities have already chilled many hearts. Why don't we seize this opportunity to launch a counterattack and wash the Hooked Fortress in blood!"
"Well!"
"This is a golden opportunity, my lord!"
The warlike minister continued to urge, intending to start a battle.
"Very well! Tonight it is!"
A fierce, murderous light ignited in Takara's eyes.
The eagle shot down tonight will be a blood sacrifice, a lucky omen!
"Good! Tell everyone to get ready!"
"This is a general offensive. Tonight, we'll gamble with our lives. Success is the only option!"
"Yes, sir!"
The old general's wrinkled face lit up with a martial spirit.
The giant, burly man, still had blood welling in his empty eyes.
The skilled healer temporarily stopped the bleeding; the marks of eagle claws remained on his face.
To Gao Lai, the giant was undoubtedly a loyal warrior.
"You must treat him well!"
The physician bowed again and left.
"Reporting, sir, the army preparing to attack the general is ready at the temple!"
The army, centered around Guanyin Temple, was full of vigor and high spirits.
They had been fully armed overnight.
Gao Lai summoned his generals and began drawing up military plans for the attack, studying methods of night raids.
In the past, generals would always study these plans before launching an attack.
The plan was to divide the army into five routes: one on the lake, the navy; another taking a detour through the mountains, crossing the border from the south.
The three main armies were personally led by Gao Lai.
First, the vanguard would advance through the streets, attacking the enemy in a flanking formation.
The enemy would first engage one army, causing the battle line to widen and thin, allowing reinforcements of reserve cavalry to form a powerful legion that could then break through.
Once they broke through the enemy lines, taking advantage of the chaos, they could surely reach the main camp of the Hook in one fell swoop. Next, the naval forces on the lake, once ashore, would coordinate with the flanking forces on the mountain roads to launch a surprise attack from the flanks, thus dismantling the enemy's vital points one by one and breaching their camp.
Gao Lai was very satisfied with this strategy.
"Soon, the Hook's camp will be mine,"
he said arrogantly, reaching for his wine cup.
“Although Sun Tzu of China is adept at using surprise attacks and forbids anyone from leaking secrets, I will launch an attack with lightning speed, achieving victory in less than half a day. How could there be any leaks?”
“My lord, aren’t we being too hasty?”
“Hahaha, no problem. By tomorrow morning, the Omi region will be in my hands.”
He downed his drink in one gulp.
He dispatched the fierce general Sugano Ukon to lead the flanking force and Okushima Daizen Tayu to command the navy.
The mountain route would ensure the enemy’s discovery. The navy, on the river, would be vulnerable to surveillance, so they should only set out after complete darkness.
He planned to attack the hook formation at the first quarter of midnight.
It was the 26th day of Yayoi, and the moon rose late, around the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), but the darkness before moonrise would be advantageous for the surprise attack.
He had made his arrangements.
“I’ll take a short nap,”
Gao Lai said, sitting down by the bedside table.
Others might think that taking a short rest before battle was the style of a bold and unrestrained general, but the truth was quite different. What lingered in Takayori's mind was the delicate skin of the beautiful young man.
Perhaps the young man's chest and lower abdomen differed from those of ordinary women, but his (Kosaburo's) charming allure in women's clothing was unmatched by any other woman. Therefore, the young man's beauty constantly stirred within this outwardly imposing general.
Of course, this was different from the feeling of a woman's body.
Although both were men, his skin was smoother, softer, and warmer than a woman's—this fresh desire was almost explosive.
"He… if he's a spy, it's a pity to kill him. Perhaps I should use him for temporary comfort!"
Takayori thought of Kosaburo's diamond-shaped lips.
Comparing lips to a "diamond" might be a bit vulgar.
However, that man's lips did indeed evoke the image of a flower, and they even exuded a rich fragrance. Like the scent of azaleas wafting from somewhere—invading Takayori's bedchamber. Was this fate?
For men who make a living by selling their bodies, their bodies are their weapons, and many rise to prominence using this weapon, such as the well-known Yanagisawa Yoshiyasu in later generations.
In the chaotic world of Shura, strongmen use their brute strength to dominate the battlefield, talented scholars use their pens as a stepping stone to advancement, and men of exceptional beauty naturally have no choice but to use their looks to bewitch their masters to protect themselves.
Although Kosaburo's act of fleeing to the enemy camp after offending Yoshihiro was despicable, the defenseless Kosaburo had no sense of guilt whatsoever. When he entered Takayori's quarters, the guards had already retreated, and even if he wanted to commit a crime, his slender hands were powerless to do anything.
"Come here!"
At this moment, there was no need for further words.
Sitting on the mat, Takayori's legs were still bound, but he impatiently urged Kosaburo.
Because Takayori's groin was already throbbing with anticipation.
"Yes, sir..."
Kosaburo was as obedient as a puppy in front of Takayori.
*
Many socialites and noblewomen living in Paris have their own private doghouses, much like a widow's mansion. Even in comfortable lives, women have strong physiological needs. Specially trained dogs have their sharp teeth removed before being sent to their mistresses' rooms, so their only weapon is their wet tongues. A lustful woman, after tasting the pleasure of their tongue, will not consider remarriage. She has learned the ultimate pleasure and can no longer be satisfied with mundane sex.
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Now, Kosaburo's behavior is no different from that of a dog. We don't know if there are dogs specifically for men in Paris. Kosaburo first experienced sexual pleasure with Yoshihiro's wanton concubine, Awan. He is very skilled with the female body.
Kosaburo is as subservient as a puppy; his only task now is to please this man with his legs spread wide.
Kosaburo's cheeks are burning red. Perhaps this heat also reached Takayori's legs. In such a lewd scene, the boy's shyness satisfied the powerful man's sadistic desires.
"—You little thing,"
Takayori uttered in a low, hoarse voice.
He involuntarily looked down.
A large hand caressed Kosaburo's fair neck. This beautiful young man had a full head of thick black hair, and the touch made it even more alluring. Finally, Takayori let out a broken moan. But this peak of pleasure was interrupted by the oblivious one.
"My lord! Something terrible has happened! My lord!"
Outside the door, it was the anxious cry of his personal guard.
The pleasure in his lower abdomen was so wonderful! He really didn't want it to stop.
"What happened?"
"I'm sorry, I disturbed your sleep. In fact, a ninja has infiltrated our house."
"Ninja? What are you good-for-nothings for?"
Helpless, Takayori could only pick up the sharp knife beside the bed, push open the door, and go to the corridor.
"Reporting to my lord, twenty guards are currently conducting a full-scale search."
"Have you found any trace of the person?"
"Not yet... Seki and Miwa have both gone to hunt him down."
"Very well! Make sure he can't escape!"
The lanterns were lit. The campfire flickered brightly. A tense atmosphere enveloped the large house. Takayori summoned eighteen highly skilled warriors to guard his bedchamber in layers. Then, he returned to the bed filled with erotic dreams.
The desire that had just been extinguished was rekindled. Two flower-like lips moved and sucked at his lower body.
"You..."
Perhaps, he had already begun to feel the charm of the tongue! But strangely, Takayori suddenly felt a warm sensation between his legs. Was some strange liquid flowing out?
He looked closely and saw that on Kosaburo's pale neck, it seemed as if a red thread had been cut across it!
Takayori was horrified. Kosaburo's head fell off with a thud, separating from his body. Blood gushed out like a fountain, immediately staining the dry ground red.

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